It’s alive.
It’s hers.
She put it there.
My Sunshine.
And if I’m going to share something with the world, it’s not going to be hollow.
It’s going to mean something.
I shoot off a text to my producer, and I tell him to call me. Then I turn back to face Nate.
“Alright, let me tell you my idea,” I tell him.
Excitement bubbles in my veins, and this time I know I didn’t come to Hammonton because I was running from something.
I came here because I was running toward something.
Towards her.
Towards home.
Chapter Fourteen
Hilary
Okay, so I’ve been in hiding.
Not, like, witness protection levels.
But close.
My phone has been buzzing nonstop, and I’ve been ignoring it like it personally offended me.
First, Eric.
Because of course.
A string of texts that start off weirdly pathetic.
Eric
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that
And then take a sharp turn into full-blown male ego meltdown.
Eric
You’re going to regret this.
You’ll come crawling back.
You’re not going to find better than me.
Yeah. Hold your breath, buddy.
Really.